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Thursday, September 22, 2011

I was at church last Sunday enjoying a wonderful lesson on the gifts of the spirit.

Faith, love, service, writing and so many more are spiritual gifts given to us through the power of the Holy Ghost.

The instructor passed out a paper to each of us and asked us to write down what we felt were our own personal gifts. I thought for a minute and between holding little princess and giving her a bottle, wrote down three distinct things I felt were my special gifts. After class, I folded up my paper and put it in my purse.

This is my purse.

A knock-off Coach bag I found at a yard sale for $5.00.

At least I think it’s a fake, but I’m not really sure.

It does look real, doesn’t it?

This is my Sunday purse.

I have another purse for other days of the week, but when I go to church I don’t want to carry my wallet or receipts or coupons.

I use this Sunday purse for one bottle, one diaper, a bag of animal crackers and binky.

It’s a small purse, but I can fit everything I need into it.

So, last night when I was working on the computer, the counselor came into the office and looked at me all funny, like he’d discovered a secret about me.

“What,” I said, trying to figure out his suspicious mood.

“Oh, nothing, just that you’re a great cookie maker, peace maker and baby maker.”

And for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out what he was talking about, but I vaguely remembered writing it somewhere.

“Where did you read that?” I asked him. “Did I write that on my blog?”

“I don’t think so,” he said as he walked off to bed, smiling under his breath.

I worked on the computer for a bit longer, still wondering where he'd come up with that, when I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth

That’s when I saw it.

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My list of spiritual gifts.

My husband had taped the paper on the bathroom mirror.

And I laughed and laughed.

That’s what I wrote in Sunday school!

Sleep deprived and spiritually high while Eden crawled all over me, I had written my spiritual gifts wereI’m a good cookie maker, peace maker and baby maker.

And it made me realize.

We never know who’s going to read our writing (or who’s going to rummage through our purse), so make it count.

What is My Dear Trash?

After I was sexually abused, I felt like trash. Through God's love, I was able to find my worth again. My Dear Trash is about finding value where others may not see it, in ourselves, in our world, in our unborn and in our relationships and with God.

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